Author's Note: This is my first story ever, so I hope you all like it. I'm just posting a shorter first chapter, but plan on writing more. I guess I should say that I don't in any way own these characters. Enjoy!
Leia can still remember the first moment she realized she was in love with Han Solo. They had been in one of their biggest fights yet, he had once again threatened to leave and she had once again thrown something at him. She had missed her mark so immensely that they both doubled over laughing. As she gasped for breath, she took a moment to look up at him, and it hit her then. The feeling was overwhelming and lasted only for the briefest of moments, but she knew. She was in love with the good for nothing smuggler. Rather than allowing herself to feel alarmed, she pushed the moment from her mind, hiked herself up to full height, gave him her best as you were look, and marched off as quickly as seemed natural. She was sure he didn't have time to see her face redden with the blush that gave away her true feelings.
Leia may not have felt it then, but she looked back at this moment with fondness. The pair had been together for close to four years now, getting ready to celebrate their second wedding anniversary in just a couple of weeks. The pending celebration loomed on Leia like a heavy shadow, only because she was determined to mark this anniversary with something extra special. Han was always the romantic one, surprising her with flowers and little presents he had picked up from wherever he made his last stop. Knowing him, he had something glorious planned for her, but this time she wanted to top him. So there she sat for the third night in a row, waiting for Han to get home from working on the Falcon, trying and failing to come up with some marvelous way of surprising him.
Just as she was falling into another day dream, she heard the thump of a door opening and closing, and she quickly clicked away the lacking notes on her datapad.
"Sweetheart?" Han's deep voice called to her from the hallway.
"H-hi Han. I'm in here. Just finishing up some notes from the day." She stood up to meet him at the entrance, wrapping her arms around his neck and reaching up to kiss him.
"I've missed you" he whispered as he placed little kisses along her jaw line.
She laughed at the sensation and attempted to whisper back, "We've only been apart for the past four hours since lunch."
"Too long." Now he grunted into her hair, pulling her into a tight hug.
The fact that even after four years these romantic gestures still sent shivers down her spine was a very good sign to Leia. He picked her up in his arms, never breaking the hug, and carried her into their bedroom. Yes, she loved him deeply. She just hoped he knew how much.
Leia laid in bed a few hours later and was even more determined to surprise Han. The issue didn't even end once she finally cooked up a good enough idea. The man was suspicious as anything and could, unfortunately and fortunately all at once, read her like a book. Once she had her secret, he would stop at nothing to find out what it was. Deciding a fresh mind to mull things over was just what she needed, Leia rolled over onto her side, allowing the soft snoring of her husband to sing her to sleep.